Rocker (Rockstar BBW Romance) by Laura Demare Read Free Book Online

Just April .”
     
    The beat was so smooth. Mercury 7 music would be good just instrumental. The vocal harmonies were good enough to listen to the group a cappella . I was astounded by the quality and how terrific the tracks where. I couldn’t believe it took them 2 years to get a recording contract.
     
    Then of course I got anxious. What if he gets famous? He can’t be famous with a fat girlfriend. Screw it. He could start a trend.
     
    I took an ear bud out of my left ear and asked him, “Is this Missouri music. Stevie and Karl were born and raised in Missouri. The two of them had met the rest of the band in LA.
     
    He chuckled softly. The red tail lights on the highway were magic. The headlights coming the other way were hope. Should I let myself fall headlong in love like this? Too late. Should I tell him I love him? I love him. I love him. I love him.
     
    I leaned my seat back. I rolled my head toward him. He shook my knee. “Been to San Fran much?” he said.
     
    “Yeah, my dad used to love to take my big sister and me down to Fisherman's Wharf for the day.”
     
    “Where’s he?”
     
    “Died when I was 18.”
     
    “What happened?” he said glancing over at me.
     
    “Uh, drank himself to death I think. He was the life of the party.” Mercury 7’s music was pumping into my right ear. “I loved my dad so much,” I said as a single tear ran down my cheek and into the headrest. I closed my eyes.
     
    “That’s a good thing,” Stevie said.
     
    “Yeah,” I whispered. What about your parents?”
     
    “Happy and healthy back in Blue Springs, Missouri. They’ve been together since Mom’s 16th birthday. She’s 57.”
     
    “You’re 27, right?” I asked.
     
    “Yeah,” he whispered and I drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice on the song track:
     
    you brought me to my knees
    you shook me to the core
    but I don’t need you anymore
    I don’t need
    you
    any
    more
     
    I awoke to the bright lights of the big city. I watched Stevie driving through the empty city streets. So, this was real.
     
    We were in his hotel’s lobby by 2am which was the shank of the evening for us night owls. It was a big step up from the Best Western Placerville. It had a huge atrium lobby that went all the way to the top of the building. Like twenty stories I’d guess.
     
    We got up to Stevie’s room on the 17th floor. Kind of scary looking down over that inner balcony at the indoor pool below. Once in his room we noticed a person in one of the beds. My heart went zero to sixty in a second. Then I realized it was a man. “Get the hell up,” Stevie said.
     
    The man grunted.
     
    “Hey,” Stevie uncovered the man, grabbed him by the arm, yanked him up, and said, “Go to your own room.”
     
    “What?” the man said, irritated.
     
    Stevie yanked him to standing position. Oh my god, the man was gorgeous, barely awake, in baggy boxer shorts and tattoos. “Go to your own room, Karl.”
 
    “Oh, man, just let me stay in here tonight,” Karl said and then he noticed me. He looked me over with her bloodshot eyes. “You’re kicking me out for this cow?”
     
    Stevie pushed him hard toward the door. “I already bitch-slapped one asshole tonight. Apologize!” Stevie demanded.
     
    “I’m sorry, Miss,” Karl said.
     
    “Now get the fuck out,” Stevie told him.
     
    As the door closed, Stevie said, “There are five of us in the band. Since I’m the oldest, I usually get my own room, but Karl’s my little brother and when we’re getting along we hang out a lot. He’s a bastard, but I love him.
     
    I looked at him wide eyed. He stepped to me. We were chest to chest, but not touching. We kissed softly with our lips the only parts of our bodies meeting. It was so delicious.
     
    He broke first and took my t-shirt over my head. I brought my hands down onto his hips. He gripped my upper arms. Our kisses were wet, deep, and spectacular.
     
    I guided his hips into me, and then grabbed the